Ava
"Ava, you're drunk," Caspian's voice rang out, triggering anger to surge through me.
"I'm not!" I snapped, taking a step back to stare at his face. "And you know that."
"That's what you said last time," he said, shaking his head. "Let's just leave now."
I let out a scoff, moving closer and placing my lips next to his ear. I could smell his masculine scent, a blend of leather and musk with a hint of aftershave.
"You know I never get bad when I'm sober, so do this now that I'm being bad," I whispered.
My eyes traced his defined jawline, following the trail to his Adam's apple as it bobbed nervously. He turned to me, his glare intense, but I simply smirked in response.
"You're my best friend's sister..." Caspian's voice trailed off as I placed my finger against his lips.
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